Spirit Realm Walker

Am I being followed by the Dionysian Club? This was able to hide from my perception. Mr. Bill, who was at least at the dominant level, felt shuddered in his heart, but he was not too panicked.

He even understood the context of the whole incident in an instant. On the surface, the Dionysus Club was keeping a low profile, but in fact, it had already been secretly targeting him. Maybe he was targeted when he was attacked that day.

The alcoholics wanted to find the president through him, but the president had already expected that in today's meeting, the president was using him to fish.

The CBD area was chosen in the early morning precisely because there were no residential buildings nearby. Even if a fight broke out, ordinary people would not be accidentally injured, and there was no need to worry about clearing the moral value.

"Do you still want steak?"

The president, who was wearing half a silver face, suddenly pointed to the dinner plate in front of Bill, where he had the remaining half of the steak.

How long has it been and you still have the time to pay attention to steak? The little soul in Mr. Bill's body was roaring, but on the surface he was submissive:

"No, I won't eat it."

The president nodded, picked up the dinner plate with one hand, and held Bill's shoulder with the other.

Bill's eyes were dazzled and he found himself outside the restaurant. Looking around, the entire CBD area was dark, as if someone had cut off the power supply.

The president raised his head, looked at the rooftop of the office building diagonally opposite, and said casually:

"Are you the only master of chaos? Are there any reinforcements? If so, come out quickly. It's almost dawn and I have to bring breakfast to my wife."

Bill hurriedly raised his head and saw a tall figure standing on the top of a hundred-story office building. It was a burly old man. He had a printed square scarf around his neck and a wide-brimmed high-top felt hat with the top of the hat It is sunken downward, with silver hair exposed at the edge.

Wearing jeans with a gun holster strapped to his thigh, a silver large-caliber pistol was inserted into the holster.

He has a rough face, deep-set eyes, and a silver stubble around his mouth.

"Cowboy Locke?"

Bill's face changed slightly.

As the saint of the Merchant Guild, he subconsciously pronounced the title of this master, Cowboy Locke, one of the three peak masters of the Dionysus Club.

His main prop is a pistol. It is said that anyone he takes aim at will die from the gun.

His bullets were never missed, and his guns claimed lives. Even a master of the same realm could only be beaten when faced with a black muzzle.

"Of course it's not just me," the old cowboy on the rooftop said calmly, "We are all here."

As he finished speaking, Bill heard the faint sound of high heels coming from the left side of the street. He followed the sound and saw a tall and graceful figure slowly approaching.

This is an extremely gorgeous girl, wearing ten centimeter-high heels, black leather pants, and a short leather jacket. The zipper of the jacket is open, revealing an extremely sexy and enchanting water snake waist, as well as a white breast-wrapped breast. A very heavy chest.

She has short brown hair, is clean and tidy, and is carrying a small wine barrel. Her light green eyes are drunk and hazy, and she is charming.

"Alcoholic Fanny." Mr. Bill's scalp felt numb.

Compared to Cowboy Locke, Fanny's reputation is smaller, but this does not mean that she is not strong, but as her name suggests, Fanny is an alcoholic, either drinking or sleeping drunk.

She rarely makes trouble, because in this female alcoholic's mind, everything in the world is worth mentioning except wine.

The drunkard Fanny's favorite sentence is "All the sages in ancient times were lonely, only the drinkers left their names." It is said that she has to recite this sentence wherever she goes to show her style.

There are very few stories about her in major organizations. The most famous one is that a few years ago, the alcoholic Fanny stayed in a small town for half a month. She was so drunk that her breath made the entire town drunk and comatose. , causing a huge disaster.

As a result, the drunkard Fanny's moral value was cleared, her location was announced, and she was hunted by the top leaders of major lawful organizations. In the end, she had to escape into the forbidden place of the Abyss Church, seal herself, and finally managed to save her life.

"Hey hey hey"

A sneer came from the right side, and Bill turned his head to look. A shadowy figure appeared at some point. He was wearing a black cloak and wrapped his body tightly.

The hood of the cloak was hung low, making it difficult to see his face.

This should be "Light the Chaos". Bill swallowed hard. In order to deal with the president, the three top masters of the Dionysus Club came out.

"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely. Only the drinkers left their names."

Fanny recited a poem in a poor pronunciation, and then raised the barrel to take a sip. Her voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness:

"Mr. President, you stay in the East and we won't make things difficult for you. Why bother getting involved in the fight between the club and the merchants' guild?"

The man in a pure black suit lingered on Fanny's hot body for a while and said: "For you to come across half the world to see me, beautiful girl."

Fanny's drunken eyes froze for a moment, and she emphasized: "I'm here to kill you."

"You don't understand!" The president stroked the silver mask on his face and said with a smile: "The prophecy of the Bright Compass has come true. The war between law and evil is about to begin. I can no longer be alone."

The president is fluent in foreign languages.

"Don't talk nonsense to him, do it." The old cowboy Locke pulled out a large pistol and fired twice.

Before Bill could react, he heard two explosions behind him. He looked back blankly and saw two craters appearing behind him and the president.

what happened? He was a little confused and didn't react for a while.

But soon, he understood.

Cowboy Locke's bullets had already hit them the moment they fired. Normal bullets have trajectories and need to fly, but Cowboy Locke's bullets are just the opposite. This is a reversal of the rules.

It is the skill of a dominant alcoholic.

So Locke's bullets never missed.

The president easily defused Cowboy Locke’s attack. The president used the signature skill of the void profession—stealth!

Moreover, it is a professional-level stealth, which can easily create an effect similar to "sliding shovel shoes".

"Let's do it together!"

The Chaos Light, wearing a black cloak, stretched out his right hand. His right hand was completely upside down, with the palm facing up and the back of the hand facing down, like a child's misspelled doll.

The upside-down hand squeezed hard.

In an instant, the world was turned upside down, with the sky below and the ground above, and everything around him became chaotic and distorted.

Bill was dizzy and instinctively wanted to use skills to escape, but found that he had forgotten how to use the skills.

They watched the old cowboy's gun spit out fire, and watched the drunkard Fanny spit out strong liquor at them.

At this time, the president threw the steak in his hand towards Chaos Wright and said with a smile:

"Don't fight. How about we make a business deal? I'll sell you the steak and you sell me your skills. I think it's a good deal."

As these words fell, the world that was upside down and chaotic instantly recovered.

Bill saw the president stretch out his right hand and shake it vigorously towards the cowboy Locke across the street.

"Bang bang!"

Cowboy Locke's body was torn apart and exploded into three pieces.

The rules were turned upside down and he was hit by his own bullet.

The president didn't look at Cowboy Locke's body. He raised the small wine barrel in his hand and took a shot of the sprayed wine.

All the wine mist is collected in the barrel.

Fanny's wine barrel was seized by the president at some point.

"Give it back to me!" The drunkenness in Fanny's eyes immediately dissipated and she rushed over.

"Exile!" The president raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, the gorgeous girl who had reached his eyes disappeared.

"Exile, exile." The president snapped his fingers twice, and the remains of Chaos Wright and Cowboy Locke disappeared one after another.

But soon, the three peak masters appeared again. They reversed the rules and returned to the bustling metropolis.

Cowboy Locke even returned to his original form and came back from the dead.

"exile!"

"exile!"

"exile!"

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The president snapped his fingers one after another, and the three peak masters returned to the metropolis again and again, but were exiled again and again.

The scene fell into a strange and comic stalemate.

I don't know how long it took, but after being exiled again, the three peak masters never appeared again.

Mr. Bill looked around, surprised and admired: "President, where did you exile them?"

"I don't know, just throwing it around randomly." The president picked up the wine bucket and took a sip. He staggered and bared his teeth and said, "The wine is really strong."

He threw this dominator-level item away as if it were trash and said:

"Bill, the fun has just begun."

Just watch the show yourself. Can you send me away? When Bill heard this, he knew that the matter was not over yet. He clung to the president like a little chicken and looked around with alert eyes.

At this time, he discovered something unusual. The light bulbs of the street lights had changed direction and faced the sky at some point.

Also changing direction are traffic lights and surveillance cameras.

This change is still going on quietly. As time goes by, the changes gradually intensify. Positive things such as high-rise buildings, green trees, and cars are all distorted to a certain extent.

Buildings tilted, grass and trees stood upside down, cars rolled over, and trash cans floated in the air.

And in the deep night sky, an identical city rises like a mirror world.

The two cities slowly merged, and finally even the sky disappeared. Bill looked around. There were flat streets under his feet and flat streets above his head. With one leap, he could jump to the rooftop of a building, and beside him was a sloping building. He can walk on the walls of an office building as if he were walking on flat ground.

"The Realm of Distortion!"

The president's voice came to my ears: "The big boss's rule-based props, tsk tsk, Bill, we can't escape. I tried just now, but the teleportation didn't work. When the two worlds are completely integrated, our bodies will be distorted." , death, and return to the spiritual realm.”

"Then, what should we do?" Bill's face turned pale.

"Of course the ones that can deal with regular props are regular props." The president laughed loudly, "Bill, let me show you the highest-level props in the void profession!"

As they spoke, a ray of golden light burst out from beneath their feet, and then the ground cracked, and a golden seedling broke out of the ground and grew rapidly.

In an instant, it grew into a towering tree a hundred feet high, with a thick trunk, lush branches and leaves, and a canopy like a canopy.

Among the lush branches and leaves, there are pieces of golden props hanging, including hundreds of swords, guns, swords, halberds, pots, bottles, jewelry, clothing, home appliances and cosmetics.

As soon as this sacred tree emerged, the integration of the two worlds came to an abrupt halt, like a stuck gear.

Bill's heart was beating wildly, with strong desire and envy, and the businessman's DNA moved.

He looked at the sacred tree filled with props in a daze, and for a moment he forgot that he was in danger.

"snort!"

A cold snort came from the void at the endless heights.

Immediately afterwards, the twisted world started to move again, landing inch by inch. The sacred tree that supported the two worlds broke apart bit by bit, and the props hanging on the tree crown exploded one by one.

Crystal-like cracks also broke out in the twisted world.

Both rules items were damaged.

Bill looked heartbroken, turned his head, and saw the corner of the president's mouth twitching in pain.

"How long do you have to wait?" the president yelled.

As soon as the words fell, the whole world shook with a rumble, and a sword light penetrated the world like a comet, leaving only a vast expanse of white light between the sky and the earth.

Bill's eyes hurt, and he closed his eyes with tears of blood rolling down his face.

He is blind.

Just one glance at the light, and his eyes were burned by the sword energy.

There was a loud sound of countless pieces of glass shattering in his ears, and then he felt his shoulders sink. It was the president who led him into stealth.

When the brilliant sword light pierced the twisted world, it also pierced the sacred tree.

The twisted world suddenly shattered, and the props hanging on the sacred tree turned into a dense meteor shower, shooting in all directions and disappearing into the sky.

"Fuck!" Looking at the props scattered in the sky and earth, the president's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it!" The boss of the Dionysus Club shouted angrily from the void.

"missed"

Finally, there was a voice that was cold and majestic, yet soft and melodious.

dawn.

Fu Qingyang was woken up by a hurried call. He got out of bed, came to the desk, and picked up the phone.

The screen showed that the caller was Elder Dog.

Fu Qingyang answered the phone, "You rarely call me early in the morning."

Elder Dog said in a solemn tone: "Something happened."

"The counter-ambush failed?" Fu Qingyang asked.

"It was successful, but there was a bigger problem." Elder Dog said: "The marshal smashed the president's Wanbao tree, and hundreds of props were scattered outside."

Fu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and he immediately realized the seriousness.

If these props are obtained by ordinary people, they will inevitably create "superpowers" one after another. These superpowers are not bound by moral values. Just imagine, what would normal people do if they suddenly get superpowers?

It's a crime!

Some props are self-aware and do not even need a holder. They will affect surrounding creatures according to their characteristics.

According to the law of cause and effect of moral values, these sins will be shared among the initiators - the marshal, the president and the big boss of the Dionysus Club.

These three demigods will be wanted in the spiritual realm in the near future.

According to the mechanism that the higher the level, the higher the reward, there is a high probability that demigods from all over the world will come to Songhai to hunt them.

"This garbage!" Fu Qingyang gritted his teeth:

"I have said before that her sword energy is too lethal and its destructive power has reached its peak. Next, she should turn from yang to yin and restrain her sharpness."

I just eat sweets and read comics all day long.

Rubbish!

Elder Dog whispered:

"Now is not the time to complain. The headquarters informed us to immediately mobilize all manpower to collect the scattered props and solve this matter before the marshal's moral value is cleared.

"In five minutes, the great elder will convene a meeting of the ten elders. Please prepare."

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.

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